Sold Ch. 07

Sold Ch. 07

Happiness Gained, Happiness Lost, Happiness at last.

Shout out to Nemanja1503 who gave feedback in the comments section back in chapter 1.

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Who in the hell was this guy?

The thought never left Bianca's mind for more than a few moments.

The next day was the last day of hunting camp. It came and went without the last client bagging a deer. He grumbled a lot about not having access to Bianca.

"How about a consolation prize? Maybe, just a blowjob?" he was practically begging.

"Sorry. No. Any agreement you made with her prior owner is null in void when the contract transferred." Ben stated firmly, laying down the law.

As Bianca sat in his car, being driven, presumably, to her new home, she pondered her life's trajectory.

A long time ago she had been happily married, a college graduate, gainfully employed, and a semi-closeted crossdresser. Married to the love of his life who he THOUGHT supported his fetish. Then he had been sold...ugh... "volunteered" for service as a sissy whore by same said wife.

The betrayal of his love and trust still stung painfully over four years later.

Forcibly and permanently feminized with stem cell breasts, thighs, and buttocks, surgically feminized with a tracheal shave and removal of his lower ribs for a more feminine hourglass figure by the National Social Services Acquisition & Maintenance department had been the lowest point of his, now 'her' life.

Right up until she had been sold to her first owner.

Her first owner had used her for his pleasure and let his family use her for theirs. For two years she became the family bicycle. Everyone got to ride! Until he squandered and lost all his wealth.

Her second owner had taken over her contract and used her to build wealth. Whored out to satisfy their clientele and cement business dealings she probably helped to earn them millions in contracts for their accounting and auditing firm. Their investing services had also expanded as money poured in on the backs of her labor. Or was it on her back, laboring...hmm...on her knees something something...

Whatever.

But now here she is, being driven away in a...what the hell is this...some old-timey military vehicle. It looked positively ancient. It smelled like it ran on actual gasoline! It could barely do 45 miles per hour. The olive drab paint, huge white 5-pointed star on the hood, no doors, and canvas roof fluttering in the wind.

Bianca knew she was letting the strangeness of the...vehicle...distract her. Focus Bianca!

She, and her contract, had been...lost...and won...on a hand of poker.

She had just been gambled away on a HAND OF TEXAS HOLD 'EM!

The trajectory of her life as a winner of the bimbo lottery was clearly arcing downward. Spiraling, even.

And she still didn't know who the hell this guy was.

"So, who the hell are you anyway?" Bianca asked.

She could feel the tingle of a warning shock from her Taskmaster Slave collar. It must've picked up on her tone and stress of her voice. Right now, she didn't care. In her trained and conditioned and medicated state it took effort to dig up feelings of anger and indignation. Her ability to hold her temper was enabled by her treatment with the drug, 'Docility'. But if ever there was a time to try and break free from her ingrained patterns of behavior now seemed a good one.

Bianca struggled to try to generate feelings of anger and hatred, yet her mood stayed level and generally positive.

Fuck!

Her new owner smiled first. She did have to speak loudly over the engine and wind noise. Her new owner insisted she wear the denim pleated miniskirt and cherry print crop top from the night he won her gambling. At least she had shoes on this time. Her black 3-inch stilettos. She put on powder blue thigh high stockings. It was cold out there after all and the damn vehicle didn't have any heat. Bianca also wore her orange vest. It helped protect against the cold autumn weather as her new owner drove the backroads.

He had insisted on the Dutch braid pigtails again for her hair. The same as the night he won her gambling. That helped keep them under control as the wind blew through the cab of the car. She had done her makeup for travelling; light and innocent, except for her cat's-eye style eye makeup. Her cherry-red lipstick again helped her present as the cherry-tart she flaunted the night of the poker game.

"My name is Ben Gustafsson."

"What do you do for a living Ben Gustafsson?" Bianca asked. Her collar tingled again with electricity. The AI could clearly sense her irritation and her disrespectful tone of voice.

"Mind your temper." Ben said the words calmly and placed one hand on her upper thigh.

Hmph...apparently, he could sense her mood too. Jokes on you. I can barely get mad anyway.

Bianca felt him squeeze her thigh and was reminded of his strength. Seeing him clothed under layers of plaid flannel hid his body well. She noted how tall he was. The loose layers of clothing concealed his physique. Hid his muscularity. Bianca shivered momentarily as her body reminded her of the pleasure she endured as she surrendered to his strength and dominance.

Seeing him in daylight as if for the first time she concluded that he was classically handsome. He had a strong chin and brow, defined cheekbones, and rugged good looks. His beard stubble helped to define his features, giving him a wild, untamed edge. With the collar of his shirt loose she could see the corded muscles of his neck and jaw.

Bianca couldn't help herself as she looked down again at his groin, hoping to see in daylight the tool he wielded that had so completely conquered her. She looked up when she heard him huff. His smirk annoyed her and frightened her at the same time. He had caught her looking.

"I run a personal protection company. I train and provide bodyguards for VIP's and elites. I own a training center that specializes in training bodyguards and police in armed and unarmed combat, as well as aggressive driving courses."

"So, are you, like, former military or something."

"Yes..." Ben seemed about to say more but held his tongue. Bianca fell over from her seat as he took a turn in the road, swerving the vehicle too fast and nearly ended up face down in his lap.

Ben lifted her back up with one arm, once again impressing her with his strength. She shivered as her mind and body remembered the fear she felt seeing him naked.

"Is that how you got those scars on your chest?" There was such a long pause Bianca thought maybe he hadn't heard her. She looked at his face. His jaw was set, his expression grim. She felt fear again thinking she had angered him.

"Those were from hostage recovery. Long ago." He finally answered.

Bianca couldn't help but be impressed. Scars on his body from his time in the military and as a hostage recovery team leader. He had to be a team leader. He did not seem like a follower.

Bianca had a thought, something she heard long ago; ''Beware of an old man in a profession where men usually die young". The thought both thrilled and frightened her.

"Sounds dangerous. What's the easiest part of your job?" Bianca tried to lighten the mood with her silly question. When she saw Ben smirk, she thought she may have succeeded.

"My company also does home security. That may not be accurate though. We do layered security for wealthy VIPs who need a certain level of security and protection. That includes physical security systems as well as human security agents, designing safe rooms and other such things. My company provides a diverse coverage of many applicable tactics to protect and secure high value assets."

Bianca could now understand why her master...err...former master...wanted his business. It sounded lucrative.

"Enough talk, we are home now."

Ben parked the...Jeep?...in front of the house. Bianca was not really impressed with the house at first glance. Coming from a mansion, and then from a high-end condo, and winding up now in front of a large two-story American style home seemed to further illustrate her downward trajectory. The house was large-ish, and would usually indicate someone from upper-income, but not necessarily wealthy.

Ben retrieved Bianca's suitcase from the back of the jeep. Yes...that was it! It was an ancient American war jeep! Was the jeep vintage or was it a reproduction? Knowing would help her assess her new owner's actual financial status. Her previous owner wanted him to sign a business contract so he must have some money.

Ben handed the suitcase to Bianca. Bianca took the offered suitcase and set it down on its wheels. She was very grateful that this time she got to bring her clothes from the cabin and her makeup kit. Being sold was one thing but losing everything again would have been just too much!

"Let me give you the quick tour. You will find it to your liking, I'm sure."

Bianca just noticed that Ben had a bit of a Nordic accent. That made sense, with a name like Gustafsson.

Ben escorted Bianca through the front door to the main entrance to the house. Inside she found she was standing in an open foyer with a chandelier overhead. The marble tile floor of the foyer was glossy and helped to light up the space. To her left was an arched opening that led into a well-appointed home office. To her right a similar arched entryway led into a comfortable looking living room. The room was also appointed with a television above a fireplace, a couch, a love seat, and coffee and end tables. Both rooms had thick pile wall to wall carpeting. In the foyer there was a wraparound staircase that led to the second story with a polished oak banister.

Following Ben directly through the foyer across a hallway, Bianca entered the large well-appointed kitchen. The breakfast island with a 6-burner stove dominated the center with a stainless-steel vent hood above. Cabinets and counter space surrounded the island. Polished hard wood flooring made the space seem large and inviting. A huge two basin farm sink with industrial nozzle was centered in front of a large bay window overlooking a patio, and then a lawn that turned into a forested back yard.

Bianca made note of the dual ovens, high end coffee maker, microwave, and separate refrigerator and freezer, all in stainless steel. She committed to memory various minor appliances and other unique features that Ben made sure to point out as he led her on the tour. The doors to a well-stocked pantry opened to the left of the kitchen. There was a small arched doorway back to the hall and to the home office and the hallway continued past.

To the right there was a wide pass-through window above some cabinets and a counter where a buffet could be set that opened into the dining room. Ben led Bianca back through the hallway then right to the dining room. It was furnished in custom oak table and chairs, had a China hutch with actual China, and a polished hardwood floor. The table had seating for ten people.

Hmm...ok...definitely upper middle class at minimum, Bianca noticed.

The tour continued as he took her upstairs. First, she was shown two bedrooms on the side of the house that rested above the kitchen, pantry, and home office. They consisted of two small children-sized bedrooms with a jack and jill bathroom between them. On the opposite side of the house a complete guest room with its own bath was above the living and dining rooms.

"Which one would you like me to use sir?" Bianca asked. She hoped for a larger guest room but knew it was more likely that she would have a smaller child sized room.

"Tour's not over yet." Ben answered and led her back downstairs. He led her down the hall past the kitchen, office, and pantry to a set of double doors.

"This is the master suite."

Opening the doors to the master bedroom Bianca was immediately impressed by how spacious it was. The first-floor master suite took up the entire side of the house. The master bedroom had a king size bed dominating the center wall. One wall had French doors opening out to the patio. There were two walk-in closets, one on each side of the bed. A dresser stood against one wall near one of the walk-in closets.

Leading her to the master bath she was impressed again by the size. It had a separate shower and bathtub. The shower could easily fit 4 people with multiple nozzles and jets. The bathtub was built in, looked like a tiny swimming pool, and boasted jacuzzi style jets. There was an enclosed toilet space with bidet, clearly Japanese in design. Finally, one wall had a built-in dual vanity that included a middle counter where a woman would keep her cosmetics (completely barren). Only the left most sink showed any sign of use with toothbrush and shaving equipment placed haphazardly on the countertop.

The same marble tile as the foyer was found in all the bathrooms while the same luxurious pile wall to wall carpet was in every bedroom and solid wood flooring in the hallways.

"You have a very lovely home sir." Bianca admitted. She was impressed. This was the home of someone very well off. She wasn't sure how wealthy yet, but certainly well above middle class.

"Thank you, although I really bought it for the land, the garage, and the basement." Ben admitted. "Also, just down the end of the hall is the laundry room, a powder room, and access to the garage."

Bianca smiled. At least she knew where to take the laundry now. Now he only had to show which bedroom, and bathroom would be for her use.

Ben rather enjoyed showing his new sissy around his home. She seemed to finally be relaxing some. He was struck again by how beautiful she was. Feeling like an awkward teenager around a beautiful girl was an emotion he hadn't felt in decades. He was ready to finish the tour with the rest of the rooms, basement and garage when he got a notification on his phone.

Bianca noted his mood turn sour.

"I must go. I'm sorry to cut this short; I need to leave. Set your things in that closet over there and make yourself something to eat. Go anywhere you like except the basement." Ben admonished distractedly, responding to a text.

"You...You want me to use...that closet...over there?" Bianca asked, confused. Did he really want her to use the other master bedroom closet?

"Yes. It's empty. You can use that one. Look. I've got to go." Ben gave Bianca a kiss on her cheek before leaving down the hall and through the garage. A moment later she heard him driving away.

Momentarily stunned from the kiss and now alone, Bianca hesitated. The house seemed too empty now with just her in it. Still, she had been given clear directions and as per her NSSA&M training she went back to the foyer and retrieved her suitcase. She made her way, reluctantly, down the hall, through the master bedroom and into the frankly huge, empty walk-in closet.

She was about to put away what little clothing she had when she realized everything she had needed laundering. After dropping off her makeup and toiletries onto the vanity, she made her way down the hallway where she found the laundry room. It was larger than expected and just as well appointed as the rest of the house with the same marble tile flooring, and high-end appliances. The washer and dryer looked new. There was also a fold-out ironing board and iron, clothes hangers for line drying, plenty of cabinet and counter space storage for laying out, air drying, and folding clothes.

Bianca started a load of laundry and easily hand washed her stockings and panties. Once finished hand washing her intimates, she lay them out to dry. The washing machine then finished its cycle. She moved those clothes to the dryer. Now with nothing else to do she explored the 3 other doors from the laundry room.

The first one was the powder room. A vanity and toilet forming a half bath.

The second door was to the garage. Bianca noted the spacious 5 car garage. There were motorcycles in two of the spaces and a luxury sedan in another. Two spaces remained empty. Bianca guessed one was for the car her new owner just took, and the other was for the war jeep, still parked outside.

Bianca opened the third door and saw a staircase leading down. She recalled her new owner's admonition not to go down to the basement. She knew exactly what that meant. A basement clearly meant a BDSM dungeon. She sighed. She had no doubt she would be spending a lot of time there eventually.

The house overall was neat and tidy, but clearly hadn't seen a woman's touch in a very long time. With nothing else to do Bianca found the vacuum and cleaning supplies in a closet and set out to make herself useful. At least this would help her stay busy until her new owner came home.

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Ben drove up to his home. It was late. He had hoped to spend the entire time with his new gurl but work called and it was something he couldn't ignore. It was a given that when dealing with Allegoria's nobility one was on call 24/7. Nobles took their security personally and treated it with the professional respect it was due.

As he pulled up, Ben was intrigued when he saw several lights on in his house. For the past 10 years he had been used to coming home to a darkened house. He pulled his SUV into the garage, then suppressed the urge to go straight inside, instead pulling his beloved vintage jeep into the garage as well. Rain was threatening.

With both his cars safely put away he entered via the laundry room. The dryer was running and there were clothes folded and stacked. His clothes, women's clothes, lingerie hanging to air dry, sheets tumbling in the dryer. Ben felt a bit awkward to see women's powder blue thigh high stockings hanging out to dry.

Ben noticed that the tile of the laundry room and the hardwood floors in the hall looked clean and polished. Ben thought about removing his shoes and walking in his socks down the hallway. Ignoring the strange impulse, he strode silently forward, towards the sound of music and the savory smell of food cooking.

There, in the kitchen, he saw her. Bianca, in her denim pleated mini skirt, and cherry print crop top, humming to music playing from the living room sound system, stirring something steaming in a pot on the stove. He glanced into his office and noted the carpets had been vacuumed. His new sissy had kept busy while he was away. Cleaning without any direction.

"What are you making?" Ben asked.

Bianca screamed in surprise. Standing in the hall near the pantry door was Ben. Her new owner. She didn't hear him come home.

"I did not hear you come in." Bianca realized she had been staring and lowered her eyes submissively. A feeling that was all too natural to her.

"I just got home. So, what are you making?" Ben asked again.

"A simple beef barley soup, bread, and a salad. I didn't know when you would be back and wanted something that would keep awhile if you came home late." Bianca answered suppressing the pride in her voice. Sissies should not boast. She was happy to finally do some real cooking again. Although the simple meal did not test her skills it still felt good.

"Good. You set the table, and I'll pour the wine." Ben responded warmly. He seemed appreciative.

Bianca did not get her hopes up. Master Mike and Mistress Nicole had let her cook for them at first, before largely restricting her to her slave cage and only using her for her other professional talents...

Lacking specific direction, Bianca went to the dining room and set the table for her new owner with the fine China and silver from the China hutch in the dining room. She set out wine and water goblets, bread plates, salad plates and soup bowls at the head of the table. She found cloth linens in the hutch and set them out with a complete set of silverware. She caught a glimpse of rain through the expansive windows and was startled by a flash of lightning. She began to count, listening for the thunder to find out how far away the storm was when...